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The Boston Globe Newspaper’s Travel Show heats up a Chilly Weekend

giveaway-banner-azoresGive away twenty-four vacations and promise untold discounts to vacation hungry and they will come, and they did come.  The winter season provides the inspiration to the masses and the purveyors of varieties of travel near and far produce.  The anchor vendors to the 2014 Boston Globe Travel Show on February 7th, 8th, and 9th on the harbor front bring the warmth of the Caribbean, Europe offbeat retreats, Asia and the Pacific, while New England regions champion the cultures of food, the sea and mountains and day trips away to inns.

The hunger for taste and drink sets the stage.

07_NSTourism_010924Nova Scotia, Canada may be imposing in the dead of  winter but the heart and humor of the province comes through in the culinary specialties of the near neighbor. The taste of the sea and the wealth of the vines combine to give the attendees flavors that excite. Chef Jason Lynch of Le Caveau Restaurant and sommelier Amy Savoury of Tidal Bay Wines take you on a culinary journey featuring Nova Scotia scallops and wine.  Nova Scotia is now recognized as a culinary tourism destination and the trade has stepped up to provide. Local cheddar cheese, seafood and white wine round out the preparations with samples for the many throngs eager to partake.photo4

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Pan seared Atlantic sea scallops served over a wild beet puree, beure blanc sauce and a hint of creme. The  wine was white and crisp.

Your coupon may just be the ticket.

Area 2 bustles with dozens of Travel Booths dedicated to the warmth of the Caribbean Sea.  Salsa  music lilts  in the aisles and the Dominican Republic triple booth has swarms with activity.  Winning drawing gifts of bottles of Brugal Rum and on-site hand-rolled cigars, as well as island vacations under palm trees is good reason for the buzz.  Attendees sign up at the many terminals and the business is brisk.

The Boston Globe Travel Show offered a  successful season to present the best of values and creative ideas for winter weary vacationers.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Color

Boston Area Shriners Childrens’ Burns Hospital Clowns

They are the best color that brings a smile to the childrens’ faces when they visit the Hospitals.
 
They’re my favorite.
 
Shriner Clowns visit the Mass. Grand Lodge Open House for a little Color.

Shriner Clowns visit the Mass. Grand Lodge Open House for a little Color.

 

 

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Phoneography Challenge: Future-Tense

Boston Holocaust Memorial, glass towers of memory, Black Granite Walls/ Steam Vapor Rising

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Each small pebble placed on the wall represents a future prayer for a lost soul.

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iPhone 5  taken for todays Phoneography Challenge

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Phoneography Challenge: My Neighborhood

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The Old Hood, and the same old Winter scene, Time for a Change: Spring 2013?

Beantown ( Boston), Mass, USA, My Backbay Neighborhood, off Marlborough Street after our additional unwanted storm.

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Home

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Overlooking the Rose Kennedy Greenway of Boston, as anything but green, at the finale of the Blizzard of 2013. All are shot from the several windows of “Home” above the scene below.

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The New England Aquarium and surrounding walkway take the surge of the sea at the highest tides.

The New England Aquarium and surrounding walkway take the surge of the sea at the highest tides.

The docks give way to the force of the blizzard.

The docks give way to the force of the blizzard.

Boston will dig out of this fifth highest record storm, as I remain at "Home"!

Boston will dig out of this fifth highest record storm, as I remain at “Home”!

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Illumination

Boston Skyline and Customs House Tower as front moves in 11:00PM

Boston Skyline and Customs House Tower as front moves in 11:00PM

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Direct hit!

Direct hit!

Waiting for the next hit...Mother Nature speaks.

Waiting for the next hit…Mother Nature speaks.

Cannon 750 on tripod, Before the rain, I could smell the O2 Ozone, taken off my Harbor Deck… Love it. ~Ron

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Surprise

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Say it Ain’t So!  A flagship store, Filene’s Department Store, was completed in 1912 in Boston’s DownTown Crossing. Now Defunct!

Filene’s opened its famous “Automatic Bargain Basement” in 1912: Filene’s Basement was born, Drawing Price Bargain Hunters for the greatest markdowns.  It’s all gone now!  ~ Ron

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Bread and Puppet Museum display

 

The North East Kingdom of Vermont’s northern-most region nestles 40 years of imbedded political protest and “hippie” refuges.  The lush Green Mountain area is the arena of the Bread and Puppet Theater, Museum and puppetry apprentice program. On a sprawling several acre ramble of barns, warehouse, and dormitories, the troupe is composed of performers, artists, craftsmen and educators.  The 1960s opened the theater under the guidance of Peter Schumann of New York, moved to Vermont in 1974, and now travels the country to stages and street fairs for performances.  The 60’s instilled a direction of the theater toward protests against war, poverty and injustice.  These tenants remain today in the puppetry and dance of the theater.  The stark puppets are the creation of Schumann’s sculpted clay models, using simple materials like cardboard, wood saplings and rags, to construct figures of immense size. Peter has drawn on a nibble organization to bring all together.

Enormous Papiermâché heads, flowing gowns, and stilted performers

Museum puppetry headsI remember this Vermont region from many years ago and traveled there on a recent visit to a nearby inn.  The chance encounter with Bread and Puppet on a two lane country road was mystical. It transported me back to a time of campus protesting and civil rights marches. Vermont country life evokes a freedom from suppression and this was the continuation of that era.  The weathered hay barn museum was open to visit and a few student volunteers sat near a dorm.  In the dim light of late afternoon, shafts of  sun filtered in through narrow beams and hit the Papier-mâché collages and puppet displays in odd angles.  The barn air was heavy and the wooden structure shadows blurred the real from the  puppetry.  Were human faces behind the masks or were the masks human?

Cheap Art of Bread and Puppet

The theater’s name evolved in theory from the need for bread for life as equal to dissent from injustice.  In the summer months, work goes on in the Museum’s front yard, where the Quebec-style clay oven  bakes  famous sourdough rye bread.  Tours are given in the museum and volunteers are housed to learn the craft.  Today, the theater has supported performances at the Occupy Wall Street movements in Harrisburg, PA., New York,  and Boston.  Festivals and circus events fill in the calendar into fall.  The peacefulness of the hayfield and cornfields of the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, USA  against the edginess of the political mission of the Bread and Puppet, makes for a true destination.  Bed and Breakfast Inns and camping abound in the region.

As they announce, the museum is open June 1 to November 1, daily 10 am to 6:00 pm.  There is a museum tour every Sunday at 1:00 pm during July and August. During the cold months, it is officially closed, but may be opened by appointment or chance.  Admission is free.  http://breadandpuppet.org/museum

Hay Barn Museum first floor

Bread and Puppet Museum

Bread and Puppet Museum

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Ah, Labor Day, USA!  Americans live for their well deserved few vacation holidays. This national holiday stands out as one of the very important ones. Why would anyone want to stop the enjoyment of the summer long bliss of leisure activities, of the day trips to weekend summer destinations, and of the family get-a-ways to lake and ocean front cottages and motels? The family beach day stands out as the one summer event that brings the season’s best elements together.

Taking the organization of the day at the beach as a family event, lots go into the plan to make an enjoyble mission.  The chief architect is “the Mom”.  Labor Day is bitter sweet.  As I sit on my low folding beachchair, with toes in the sand, my eyes take in the families of different numbers. They haul cooler, shovels and pails, wagons, blankets, towels, bags of suntan lotions and potato chips. The ocean front designs may be haphazard or militaristic, but always coordinated by the Mom.  With the red, white, blue, yellow and green beach umbrella firmly staked in the center, the ritual of sprays, creams and lotions are applied to each little appendage, face and back, that only a Mom can control.  The Life-Guard Stand, manned by those college kids itching to return to the dorms and another fun fall semester, stand ready for the day’s actions, whistle in hand.  But the stealth lazer vision of the matriarch on each beach blanket scans the water’s edge and all is well.

The End of the Season

Suntan lotion Labor DayAcross the parking lot the food shops and beachtoy stores show the weathered dull painted shutters from another successful summer season.  The fresh royal blue and white coats of paint will wait until next May.  Yet, the business is brisk.  The hotdogs and lemonade, the inflatable inner tubes and the season’s final sales, implore moms to open the purse and send the little ones scurrying to the boardwalk.

Moms rock on beachYes, it is bitter sweet, as the water is the warmest; the sun stays high and the coppertone scent waifs from the ajoining towel.  The moms knows that it has come to an end.  The tatered canvas chair will be gently placed against the dumpster.  Those pesky seagulls will have the run of the roost, picking through the trash barrels un-contested.  Not much is left for them, as the last tunafish sandwiches are long gone.  Sadly, Flipflop Heaven has welcomed the many orphans through its pearly gates.  But, as the tide comes in, hope springs eternal.  The sandy shoreline welcomes the little sanddollars, clam shells, rouge horseshoe crab and glistening pebbles for the family to discover for the next summer season.  Another day at the beach will be led by mom.

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Megan M., Barnstable, Ma. Watchful eye

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     A Baby Boomer relinquishes the last vestige of Youth in sorrow.

I remember the day clearly, as I wrote the check to the man at the counter.  He pushed the package across the counter and I was off and running. The sleeping bag, pup tent, mess kit and the one little burner Coleman gas stove gingerly was put in the trunk. The luxury of the single blow-up mattress was my next great desire. Sleeping on the ground bonded me to nature in the best primitive way.  As Tonto, from the Lone Ranger, placed his ear to the ground to learn the rhythms of the land, so could I feel the stability of the earth below my body, and, I loved it.  The pint-sized cooler held all nourishment needed.  At twenty-five years old, I splurged on the equipment with the hopes of the financial efficiency of wilderness and campsites.  I was not disappointed.

I quickly learned to make one extra purchase. The second sleeping bag assured companionship in my tent, as there would be plenty of room for two. I was ready to venture into the wilderness and to campsites.

     Matching Nylon Jumpsuits and Rhinestoned Poodles

The distance from the oversized apartment closet out to the trunk of the car was not far and the camping equipment fit perfectly. Hiking boots and denim and the obligatory plaid flannel shirt was quickly stuffed in a duffel bag and I was on the road.  The first destination was still unclear, but I would find the ideal campground.  Youth is resilient. The sign said “JellyRock Family Camping” and the price was cheap. The site had the campfire stone ring and was back from the small paved road. At twilight, with the baked beans and hotdogs well digested, and the flames inching up from the campfire, beverage in hand, what could be wrong? I paid  little attention to the others around the “Family Camping” area, until the strolls of residents began at dusk. There is a style to seasoned trailer campers that includes a travel cocktail tumbler, a sporty nylon windbreaker jumpsuit outfit and a little dog on a bedazzled leash. These folks all knew one another and appeared in for the season, each with a “Howdy!” as they passed by. The next outing was certain to scope out a true forrest, where my pup tent blended as one with nature. A requirement never to be forgotten. Or, so I thought.

     Finding Nature’s Bliss

All the comforts neededSoon the equipment graduated to a quality of comforts needed for the “experienced camper”.  The queensized plush-top mattress, with the electric air pump started the mission.  How could anyone sit near a fire without lucite brandy snifters?  The demands of the day required the nonstick pancake griddle to be supported by the Coleman double burner Camp Stove.  These in no way hampered the living off the land. In fact, the purchase to the six-person umbrella tent and camper fly awning, was only a mere forty pounds. One cannot expect to camp on the coastline of Maine without an aluminum and nylon 10 by 20 foot dining tarp; the weather so iffy. I so enjoyed the campchairs, they bringing comfort off the damp ground. The Coleman fuel lanterns gave off the glow that assisted the cuisine preparation on the aluminum prep table. Chilled properly, steaks and food supplies can last days in that 25 gallon cooler!  A fine camp chef need his resources, right?

     The Quality of Life on the Earth

Ok, I do not have the knowledge of when it started. It was not quite a tipping point. Maybe it was the camping vacation for five days when it rained buckets every day.  A  few, no, several, slugs climbed up my legs the week. There was the fall leaf peeping trip to camp on a Berkshire mountain side as the temperature plummeted to below freezing in several hours. I can love children and families while camping, but the several little ones shining the laser flashlights into my tent that one night was a bit much.  Maybe it was a seasonal event that one July weekend, as the mosquitos were the size of small sparrows. I believe a blood replacement transfusion would have made me feel better. There continued to be several more incidents of equal and forgettable outings. Oh, those “cheap” camp fees ceased to be anything but cheap over the years.

    A Four Poster Bed and Down Comforter

Vermont, B & B, The families that run the small county inns and bed and breakfasts know me.  They feel my pain.  Some have perhaps been in my shoes.  What they do not have is my camping equipment.  That all now belongs to a great younger friend with an oversized closet and a good sized car trunk. I do not have a small dog with a rhinestone collar and never did have one. What I do have is a knowledge of the loss of my youth to retain the creature comforts of warm baths, linen table dining, and inn-keepers happy to keep me off the ground.

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